She had frequently been glimpsed in the vicinity of an infamous gathering of the city’s sodomites and associated degenerates. Her shadow floated through the darkness its silhouette appearing in the glow of shaded coves and alleyways. Although I would never admit to it I crept slinking behind her as I felt the hands of the inhabitants of the darkness grasp my most intimate parts. I was repulsed while at the same time I fought off the enticement to linger. How had it come to this and where will it go?
You ask who is this elusive creature and what is her appeal and why me…? So many questions plague me. She was like so many life forms who have survived the slow contamination of their environment evolving to something without, in this case, a single moral fiber. Her pleasure became so diverse, so uncontrollable that she required constant diversions. Over the years society accepted the scope of her perversions…maybe accepted is not to the point better yet they ignored their existence. I moved from curiosity to…to…I am not exactly sure…compulsion?
She was far from the hideous beast my comments thus far might imply. She was elegantly beautiful…tall, not voluptuous but full, rounded breasts. Her body curved in such a manner as to invite a lingering caress. The sheen of her hair was silky, dark…Asian in its texture, complimented by an angular face punctuated with eyes having piercing irises of an ebony like darkness set into a brilliant white. All in all both stunning and in its way…unsettling. The sight of her brought you to a quiver, a trembling state yet simultaneously a sense that you should run, get away as rapidly as possible.
Ever since I first encountered her in a bar on the periphery of what is called the Dark Quarter I have been consumed with the thought of being with her. It was more than that, not an addiction, much more than that sort of dependence inasmuch as one could get rid of an addiction. I would resist searching for her for weeks which gradually shrunk to a daily demand. I would always see her in the distance and began lurking in the shadows as near her as I could be. I thought I could smell a scent, a vague vapor of expensive perfume mixed with an earthy scent that all who live in a warm, humid climate have…there was something else, more than a scent…an odor…not displeasing, more unsettling. My thoughts came back to her eyes…it seemed the eyes were not hers, they were a portal to the something other worldly, serpentine in their blank hunger…gazing into them for too long would drive you mad.
This night my quivering courage edged me deeper into the Dark Quarter shadows passing independent of their sources. The humid atmosphere oozed a malevolence…something threatening, preternatural lurking in the dark. I had not glimpsed the shadow in weeks, the thought of her vision pulling me deeper into the heart of darkness.Tonight I thought I had glimpsed her three times only to have her consumed by the darkness. There was a disquiet in my chest. My universe seemed to flow into another…little by little I am selling my soul without sign of the broker. Reality was lapsing into a nightmare as the pace of my searching, my need, became frantic.
I found myself facing a carved Moroccan door, confused, not knowing how I arrived at this point. As I turned to go the door opened…there…framed by the doorway…she stood. A sheer black gown draped over her revealing a pale white body with a black tuft of hair at the nexus of her legs and brown areolas tipped by erect .nipples. She reached out and took my hand guiding me into a room with several large candles flickering. As we reached the center of the room she turned to me, looking into my eyes….she said, “ You have been looking for me quite some time and now we are together. I am yours and you will soon be mine.”. With that she let the sheer gown slip to the floor in a silken puddle. I let out an almost silent gasp attempting to start my breathing once more. I was frozen in a quandary of emotions not least of which was a growing fear. With amazing speed and dexterity she had both my shirt and pants undone…my shirt falling to the floor and my pants halfway down my legs. She came close, grasped my cock which had stiffened dramatically. The sheer velocity of sexual emotion was like electricity streaking through my body I was doing everything possible not to cum on her hand. At the very moment I released my seed in her hand the darkness overwhelmed me. It was as if I traveled through the vacuum of time and space. I was somewhere that is best described as the next world, an evil place, infested with shadows with eyes like dim lights…thousands upon thousands.
She walked beside me naked, as was I, gently stroking my body as we walked. We reached a huge stone door with a green vapor streaming from underneath it. After what seemed to be hours but likely just a few minutes the slab of stone silently began to open. The inside a vast cavern like hall unfolded before us. Thousands of shadowy forms parted creating a path way to a large grotesque figure seated on an elaborately craved throne, a trident leaning at the side. My heart was screaming for release from my chest, I could hardly control my trembling. When reached a distance of approximately ten feet from the throne a shadow figure stopped us. The grotesque figure stepped down approaching us…standing directly in front of me he picked up effortlessly by the waist wrapped his foul mouth around my penis sucking hard and steadily. My revulsion was overwhelming not only from the act but the overpowering stench of this being. I attempted to resist but as he continued the feeling of revulsion lessened and I found myself arching into his face as he sucked harder and harder. My arousal crescendoed and my seed exploded into his foul mouth cumming like I had never before. He pulled me off his mouth and tossed me in front of her.
He looked down on us with his evil, yellow eyes glinting and muttered one word,”Fuck!”. She straddled me as I lay below, her eyes reflecting the arousal that was made apparent by the juices covering her thighs. Ignoring what had just happened I found my cock erect and throbbing as she squatted down taking my cock and rubbing its head through the folds of her labia. The shadow figures gathered around making a collective, low moaning sound…both horrid and enticing. The sound began to take form as its echoed chant reverberated off the walls of the chamber…FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…
She lowered herself onto my rigid cock as I drove it into her core. At first a slow sliding back and forth then growing to a violent slamming together of bodies. She would stop, mounted atop me, then grind her pussy against my cock swirling inside, her head bent back as she howled like an animal. She looked down at me with those pitiless eyes and then I knew she was not human but a messenger, collector, for the beast on the throne. I knew I would burn in this world repeating these acts until a new entertainment was found. No matter how I might try to describe my circumstances and this place I now reside half of what is said could approach the reality.
Pray for my soul.
